Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

"With me here, how could there be a problem? This mission is boring too; all I did the whole time was eat, eat, eat. I didn't have a single task to do—"

"Hmph, intelligence from the undercover team says the FBI is making quite a stir. A few people might be coming to Japan soon, and then you'll have something to do."

"Hey, big brother, aren't you and Vodka supposed to be the backup? What are you doing here?"

"The mission is complete. I didn't see Shirley in the crowd when she left. I came in and looked around, but she wasn't there either. Hmph, that woman probably ran away when I crushed the bugging device—"

"Oh, then good luck, brother." Chu Ming said with little interest.

Gin glanced at Chu Ming, knowing he wasn't very enthusiastic about capturing Sherry, and ignored his perfunctory attitude, turning and leaving.

"gone."

Just as they reached the top of the stairs, Gin suddenly paused, and Vodka and Chu Ming looked at him strangely.

Gin bent down and picked up a strand of brown hair from the ground: "Ah~ Sherry~"

"???" Chu Ming hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer: "Big brother, how did you know... that's Sherry's hair? There are so many people here, and the way you were calling out 'Sherry' to the hair sounded so creepy, like a perverted stalker..."

Vodka looked at Chu Ming with a "you're so brave" expression, while Gin exuded murderous intent and tightened his grip on Chu Ming's hair.

"From now on, I don't want to hear you speak. If you utter another word, I'll sew your mouth shut." Gin approached Chu Ming menacingly, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he stared at him.

Chu Ming pulled out a roll of tape from his pocket, which he had just picked up and played with in the warehouse. He tore off a piece to stick on his mouth, but felt it was too much, so he tore off a little more. After thinking about it, he tore off a little more, until only a small piece of tape about the size of his thumb was left. He then stuck it on the area below his philtrum as a token gesture.

— Demonstrate through concrete actions that you will absolutely stop talking nonsense.

Vodka held back for a long time, but finally managed to suppress his laughter.

Suddenly, Chu Ming spotted a bold, capitalized mark on his minimap—it was Conan, who was hiding right next to him.

Chu Ming was about to say something when Gin's murderous gaze pierced his face as his hand touched the tape over his mouth.

Okay, okay, I won't say anything more, hmph! ╭(╯^╰)╮

Gin placed his hand on the gun at his waist. He had obviously heard the panting nearby and assumed it was Sherry.

Chu Ming was also a little nervous. Would his tool be rendered useless just like that?

Seeing that Gin could determine Sherry had been in the lobby based on a single hair, Conan reached for his tranquilizer watch and the spare watch in his pocket. He had specifically asked Dr. Agasa to make him an extra one in order to catch the Black Organization members this time; he wanted to take a big gamble.

She quietly stuck the button-shaped voice generator that the doctor had given her onto the stairs, then adjusted the voice changer to Haibara Ai's voice and let out a short gasp, while hiding behind the door and holding her breath.

"Big brother, he's upstairs!" Vodka was quick-witted and made the first judgment, which influenced Gin.

"Chase."

Chu Ming breathed a sigh of relief and rushed towards the rooftop with them.

"Big brother, there's no one here." Vodka rushed onto the rooftop and looked around.

Chu Ming also walked in, having already ripped off the tape: "There isn't a single footprint on the rooftop. Unless she can fly, it's impossible for her to leave no trace at all."

Gin was completely distracted by Sherry and no longer cared about the harsh words he had just said.

"So she's still downstairs? Hmph, Pisco and Vermouth are right at the door, she definitely hasn't left yet. I'll have someone send a bomb over later, and as long as she's still in the hotel, she'll be reduced to ashes along with the bomb."

A bomb? Wouldn't that mean everyone in the hotel is now under his magnetic field?

"Great! I agree! Decorate it more, and don't let anyone escape!" Chu Ming danced around on the rooftop.

Conan, standing behind the door, was terrified. He aimed his needle at Gin, then quickly pulled out another and shot it at Chu Ming.

'call out--'

'call out--'

"The Untold Stories of Namiko Amuro and Mugiko Akai" — by Kotori Vodka

Chapter 131 This place was blown up

Gin was about to manually stop Chu Ming from going on his rampage when he stopped abruptly and turned to look at his arm: "A needle?"

The wind howled on the rooftop, and since Conan only intended to tranquilize him and showed no signs of murderous intent, even Gin was unaware that someone had shot a needle at him.

Chu Ming turned around: "What's wrong? Ouch—"

He felt a numbness in his shoulder and a slight dizziness.

Knock! Tranquilizer needle! Conan, that traitorous scoundrel! How dare you assassinate me!

Vodka panicked when the two suddenly stopped. He pulled out his gun and fired several shots at the rooftop, but to no avail.

It's a pity. If Vodka's marksmanship were any less accurate, he could have hit Conan. Unfortunately, Vodka aimed and fired based on the height of an adult, so he just missed Conan.

Seeing that things were going badly, Gin pulled out his gun and shot himself in the arm, which suddenly gave him a boost.

The organization has also undergone drug training, and ordinary tranquilizer darts cannot harm Gin. Unfortunately, Conan has the protagonist's halo, and the tranquilizer darts are surprisingly effective, even Gin is having trouble with them.

By switching the gun, Gin intended to bring Chu Ming to his senses as well.

Chu Ming's eyes widened, and he jumped onto Vodka's back with all his might: "No, no need, big brother, I think I can still have Vodka help me hold on..."

Vodka, suddenly burdened with an extra weight, turned his head in bewilderment to look at the head that had appeared on his shoulder.

While expending his points to clear the anesthesia effect, Chu Ming patted Vodka's head and said, "What are you looking at? Go help Big Brother up! Go find Sister Piscobe and the others."

Conan is no longer on the small map at the entrance. He probably changed his number and went to call for backup. If we don't leave soon, we'll be stuck upstairs.

With faltering steps, Vodka had to carry Chu Ming on his back and support Gin. Finally, they reached the car. Chu Ming jumped off Vodka's back, ignoring the resentful look he could see through Vodka's sunglasses. Chu Ming diligently helped Gin to the back seat and treated his wounds.

If you can walk, why did you make me carry you for so long?

Chu Ming looked back innocently: "Keep an eye on the door, don't let Shirley get away. Why are you looking at me? I know I'm good-looking, but there's no way we can be together!"

"Be gentle! You've reopened my wound!!!" Vodka yelled in despair. "Don't try to treat my wound while you're watching me! Brother, you have to do something about him!"

Chu Ming chuckled and removed his hand from Gin's wound. He was just getting a little revenge; why make it sound so serious?

Gin flicked a cigarette from the pack with one hand, tilted his head to put it in his mouth, glanced at Chu Ming who was once again tending to his wound, and scoffed, "Stop fussing, I'll do it myself."

The passenger side door suddenly opened, and Vermouth strode over and sat down in the car, gesturing for Vodka to start.

"Oh, Gin, you got shot even on a mission that requires no skill?"

Gin stopped Vodka, staring menacingly at the hotel entrance: "Don't rush off, Vodka, blow this place up."

Vermouth felt a sudden panic and instinctively stopped Gin, her eyes darting around, her red lips slightly parted: "Why did you blow up this place? Are you angry out of embarrassment?"

Gin glanced at her with a cold look, as if he was about to draw his gun at any moment: "What, are you stopping me?"

Chu Ming rested his chin on his hand, tilted his head to watch the two clash, and when he saw them looking at him, he playfully winked and tried to act cute.

If it were his own face, it could be considered cute, but this disguised face clearly has a gentle and refined gentlemanly style, making it an eyesore.

Gin slapped him across the face: "Don't be disgusting, go away."

Chu Ming shook his head in dissatisfaction. What magnetic field could he possibly leave behind if he went to plant a bomb? "Hey, isn't it vodka?"

"Go." Gin made the final decision.

"Alright alright……"

Chu Ming stretched his neck and brought his face close to Vermouth's: "Sister, please help me change my face. Something inconspicuous, not so handsome."

Vermouth reached out and ruffled his cheeks a few times: "Alright, little guy, are you scared to do the mission alone? Do you want your big sister to come with you?"

Is there such a good thing?

"Okay, okay, to be honest, I'm really scared to do missions alone QAQ"

'Bang'.

On a busy street, the door of a Porsche 356A suddenly opened, and an unremarkable-looking man was kicked out of the car, his long, straight legs slowly retracting.

Across from them, a yellow Volkswagen Beetle was slowly starting up, and Chu Ming and Conan inside made eye contact for a split second.

When Conan realized that neither of them had collapsed after being shot with the tranquilizer darts, he knew something was wrong and quickly ran outside to hide. He waited until Gin and the others left before running back to Professor Agasa's car.

Because Chu Ming was busy bandaging Gin, and Gin's view was blocked by Chu Ming, only Vodka saw Conan run out, but because he was a child, Vodka didn't pay any attention to him.

Someone had just brought over some bombs from a nearby base. Chu Ming carried the box to a blind spot, stuffed it into his backpack, and casually slipped into the hotel. Then he set up the bombs everywhere.

"Bang!!"

"Although I've committed murder, arson, and bombing, I know I'm a fine wine. So please, Buddha, grant me some positive energy, please."

Standing atop a nearby building, Chu Ming stood tall, the wind whipping up a corner of his trench coat. He listened to the cries and wails from inside the hotel, his eyes reflecting the raging flames before him, his gaze filled with indifference. He casually tossed down the controller in his hand and gave a cold laugh.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" It was Gin's phone call.

"What are you doing standing on the rooftop? Come back! We're retreating. If you don't leave now, you'll have to find your own way back."

"Okay, big brother, coming right away~"

Sigh, my brother ruined the whole nice atmosphere.

Chapter 132 A Scoundrel Attacks

"Brother Chu Ming, say something! Are you coming camping with us or not? I have something to show you."

Conan couldn't help but feel a little annoyed by Chu Ming, who suddenly stopped talking halfway through the phone call, seemingly having fallen asleep.

Waking up to Conan, Chu Ming yawned. After returning to the base yesterday, Gin had kept him up until midnight with a pile of documents.

Why pretend to be right-handed when you can use both hands! How can someone who can't work after being shot be a leader? The position of team leader should be given to him!